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The Fact is Stranger Than Fiction
You treat me like a lost cause
I make you my only hope
You make me feel unwanted
The more I want to get your attention
You play with me like a battered drum
and was music to my ears
Minutes, hours, days, and years creep by
And ever so slowly
I get tired
or perhaps I am acquiring more wisdom
Every now and then,
I relapse into showing what I feel for you
I bare myself once again
and in doing so...
All the more, I realize why I walked away from you
